Heather Dale tells the story behind “One of Us” – Girl Power and Swords ! :)

I love this song (especially the fast version) and I love the story behind it. I highly recommend you to listen to the whole explanation of the song she gives, the end is really cool and proves that there are some pretty role models out there for young girls. There is more to life than flowy dresses! And I love how she uses her recorder as a sword while singing :D

I remember doing mock sword fights with my siblings – we lived in an old town with historic buildings and a yearly medieval fair, so naturally we were well stocked with wooden short swords. Our mom got a little angry when we used the lids of big plastic bins (for storing all our legos) as shields. There even is a photograph of little me in a set of “armour” I had glued or stapled together made of white office paper and decorated with red lipstick of all things. I think this was before we had even moved to said town. So yes, stories of ladies wanting to have fun fighting are something that really resonates with me!

Sadly I’m grown up now and have no clue where my trusty old wooden sword is, but recently I saw a slightly bigger one in our Asian supermarket and was very tempted to buy it (after all I plan to do some fantasy themed photo shootings in the future!), but told myself this wasn’t a good idea, as I’m on a budget. A few days later the sword was gone and to this day I deeply regret not having bought it. Still hoping for a new one to appear in that shop …


They will know me or not …

“They will know me or not by the strength of my life,
I will burn with a light of my own.”

Nothing has changed, and again and again I ask myself whether making myself vulnerable was worth the few light moments. I wish I could go back and return to the path of being nothing but scholar and warrior. Nobody cares about a poet’s emotional ramblings anyway.


Memory Tanka

laundry on the line
just a summer memory
of apples and white roses

remaining in smooth cursive
ink on white paper


I wanted to write a haiku and stick to 5-7-5 syllables (even though this isn’t necessary, I was told a while ago; still I like to do it the way my friend taught me). Instead this ended up a as something like a a tanka with 5-7-7/5-7 syllables (instead of 5-7-5/7-7). Close enough.

Inspired by Heather Dale’s song “White Rose” and the memory of someone.

My soul is a wolf.

My soul is a wolf, running over winter hills, traces in the snow, starlit;
aurora crowning me in green and gold and blue, ancient star-fire

– running with the storm, the clouds, towards a blood-red moon, dipped in gold and drops of silver,
running, running, breathing icy air, lungs on cold fire,
going, going, keep going, running through nights,

dark and starry velvet curtains parting like nowhere found in city walls, not anymore,
and the wolf keeps running.


Listening to Heather Dale while looking at pictures of beautiful stars, nebulae, and northern lights makes me feel my inner wolf again.